23-28 God sovereignly brought me to my knees,he cut me down in my prime.“Oh, don’t,” I prayed, “please don’t let me die.You have more years than you know what to do with!You laid earth’s foundations a long time ago,and handcrafted the very heavens;You’ll still be around when they’re long gone,threadbare and discarded like an old suit of clothes.You’ll throw them away like a worn-out coat,but year after year you’re as good as new.Your servants’ children will have a good place to liveand their children will be at home with you.”